andymac1
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This story is dedicated to one of my favourite bondage/tickling models, Jana Cova:
Agent Jana Cova had finally been captured by the secret police. Her friend had betrayed her for just £1,000, a bribe that would have devastating consequences to Jana’s treatment in the female wing. Many a female agent had information extracted by means of a torture so evil and twisted, that most women would rather be executed.
Jana had been cuffed and stripped naked apart from the strappy shoes she had worn on her evening out, that was cut short by the barbaric henchmen. Two slim, but strong women, approached Jana and dragged her to the corner of the cold stone walled cell and raised her cuffs over a hook. Jana protested, but her complaining was ignored. One of her captors wound a handle on the wall in front of her and she felt her wrists rise to the point she could only stand on tiptoes. This made her really silky soles rise out of her shoes, apart from her toes. The other guard bent down and menacingly ran a long fingernail down her exposed right sole. Jana jumped and squealed. Then her left sole had the same method repeated. Jana squealed and jumped again, almost like she had been zapped with an electric shock. Both guards looked into each others eyes and grinned, satisfied that what they had in store for later, would break her.
Now, there was a reason why she had been fastened in a corner. This was about to become apparent to her. Leather manacles were attached around her ankles. The manacles were hooked into the walls. One of her captors then wound another handle in the opposite wall. Jana then felt her feet lift off the floor completely and carry on elevating. Her legs were lifted so that they were both 90 degrees to her body. Both legs were also 90 degrees apart, having been attached to each wall.
So there she helplessly hung, her arms upstretched and her legs so very wide apart. The guard that had fastened her ankles, then produced a large feather plume, leant forward with her glossy lips next to Jana’s left ear and whispered “are you ticklish my dear?” Jana’s eyes widened in fear. She couldn’t stand to be tickled! It was her worst nightmare! With that, her menacing captor lightly and excruciatingly slowly, dragged the plume along Jana’s freshly shaved pussy lips. The sexy agent screamed “haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha...wh..wh...what are you doing? Pleeeeeaaaase stobbit!!!” Her interrogaters continued “we know you were sent to spy on us. What do you know and who are you working for?”
This went on for 10 minutes – slowly the feather tickle targeted every millimetre of her defenceless parted crack, causing her to bounce around in her bonds, totally unable to do anything to stop it. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but she was held fast be extra leather straps from her thighs to each wall. The ten minutes felt like ten hours to Jana. By the end of that session, she had tears running down her cheeks from crying with laughter. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. “Please, i really don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go!” She was exhausted, but didn’t know how long she would be tortured for.
In the dimly lit cell, her ears became more accustomed to screams and shrieks of laughter along the corridors of other unfortunate females in a similar predicament. Her two interrogators were of the particularly cruel kind. There were four prisoners in all and only two guards. How on earth could they still be in the process of being tortured?
Cell six held Melissa, a slim 5’8” attractive blonde 28 year old. The poor woman had been stretched naked on a rack and they had duct taped electric toothbrushes to her armpits, her nipples and her soles. She was bucking and screaming, begging for them to return to turn them off. She was into her 33rd minute and it wasn’t about to stop anytime soon!
Becky was hoisted up by her ankles in cell 4. A brunette, wearing only her underwear, was suspended upside down, barefoot. Around her feet was a Perspex box with holes in the top. In the box was a hamster. His little feet ran around her soles, tickling her to absolute insanity! She swayed and struggled in mid air as the little rodent ran about her soles looking for a way out. Becky had been like that for two hours. She was being driven mad by the intensive tickling!
In cell 9 was Mandy, a tall redhead with the longest sexiest legs ever. She lay tied to a table, her arms stretched behind her head. She wore a blouse that had been unbuttoned to show her firm breasts and hard nipples. Her skirt had been lifted up and her thong had been cut off to expose her vulnerable pussy. To Mandy’s horror, one of the evil captors had tickled Mandy’s clit with the end of her tongue! She was horrified as it made her orgasm! Her legs were tied wide apart, but her knees were bent so her ankles were secured to the table legs. The unusual thing about the table was that a slot was cut into it near her pussy. In the slot was a small wheel which had 12 makeup brushes attached at the ends. The wheel had a belt attached to a motor and was rotating extremely slowly as the brushes lightly ran across her glistening groove. She screamed and bucked. All made far more sensitive from reaching climax earlier. Those guards knew what they were doing! Like Jana, she tried to close her legs in vane!
Back in cell one, Jana was now having the plume dragged under her legs, driving her completely nuts as the other guard circled Jana’s hard nipple with her tongue and dragged her long fingernails around Jana's exposed arm pits. Then it stopped. The agent hung there panting heavily, her head bowed in shame and exhaustion...but she hadn’t yet talked.
The two captors moved to her feet and started to undo her shoes. Jana looked up, startled. “oh hell no, not my feet!” she thought. She dreaded foot tickling with a vengeance! Both heels dropped to the cold stone ground with a clatter. Both guards looked at each other and grinned. They then looked at Jana who was frantically shaking her head “no, no, please, don’t”. Both guards took her toes in one hand pulling them back, restricting any wriggling. With the other hand, they slowly circled each sole with one fingernail. Jana exploded! “Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahaha! Stoooop!” her pleas were lost in the echo of her screams. What hell....feeling that under your soles and not being able to move!
This continued for 20 minutes until she was given a break. Jana was spent. She couldn’t believe the torture that had been inflicted on her poor silky soles. It wasn’t long before they produced a hair comb each and dragged it between each toe. Jana went completely nuts almost shaking the bonds from the walls. Like a woman possessed, she screamed and pulled against the leather straps. This went on for a further 20m minutes. She really couldn’t see how she could last much longer. She felt an unusual sensation between her legs and realised she was soaking wet and aroused from her ordeal. How could this be?
After 3 hours of the repeated methods every 20 minutes, she really couldn’t focus anymore and hung with her head down. Her belly and sides ached like she had been punched by Hulk Hogan. A puddle of urine had dripped into an old steel bucket where she had totally lost the will to live and had to let it go. The screams of laughter from the other cells were now silent as one by one, each prisoner had passed out from their personal ticklish hell. Night had fallen and the guards hadn’t got any information from Jana. She had been driven insane long ago and rambling things that made absolutely no sense. The menacing torturers slammed her cell door and left. There was always tomorrow to repeat the whole process again.
Agent Jana Cova had finally been captured by the secret police. Her friend had betrayed her for just £1,000, a bribe that would have devastating consequences to Jana’s treatment in the female wing. Many a female agent had information extracted by means of a torture so evil and twisted, that most women would rather be executed.
Jana had been cuffed and stripped naked apart from the strappy shoes she had worn on her evening out, that was cut short by the barbaric henchmen. Two slim, but strong women, approached Jana and dragged her to the corner of the cold stone walled cell and raised her cuffs over a hook. Jana protested, but her complaining was ignored. One of her captors wound a handle on the wall in front of her and she felt her wrists rise to the point she could only stand on tiptoes. This made her really silky soles rise out of her shoes, apart from her toes. The other guard bent down and menacingly ran a long fingernail down her exposed right sole. Jana jumped and squealed. Then her left sole had the same method repeated. Jana squealed and jumped again, almost like she had been zapped with an electric shock. Both guards looked into each others eyes and grinned, satisfied that what they had in store for later, would break her.
Now, there was a reason why she had been fastened in a corner. This was about to become apparent to her. Leather manacles were attached around her ankles. The manacles were hooked into the walls. One of her captors then wound another handle in the opposite wall. Jana then felt her feet lift off the floor completely and carry on elevating. Her legs were lifted so that they were both 90 degrees to her body. Both legs were also 90 degrees apart, having been attached to each wall.
So there she helplessly hung, her arms upstretched and her legs so very wide apart. The guard that had fastened her ankles, then produced a large feather plume, leant forward with her glossy lips next to Jana’s left ear and whispered “are you ticklish my dear?” Jana’s eyes widened in fear. She couldn’t stand to be tickled! It was her worst nightmare! With that, her menacing captor lightly and excruciatingly slowly, dragged the plume along Jana’s freshly shaved pussy lips. The sexy agent screamed “haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha...wh..wh...what are you doing? Pleeeeeaaaase stobbit!!!” Her interrogaters continued “we know you were sent to spy on us. What do you know and who are you working for?”
This went on for 10 minutes – slowly the feather tickle targeted every millimetre of her defenceless parted crack, causing her to bounce around in her bonds, totally unable to do anything to stop it. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but she was held fast be extra leather straps from her thighs to each wall. The ten minutes felt like ten hours to Jana. By the end of that session, she had tears running down her cheeks from crying with laughter. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. “Please, i really don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go!” She was exhausted, but didn’t know how long she would be tortured for.
In the dimly lit cell, her ears became more accustomed to screams and shrieks of laughter along the corridors of other unfortunate females in a similar predicament. Her two interrogators were of the particularly cruel kind. There were four prisoners in all and only two guards. How on earth could they still be in the process of being tortured?
Cell six held Melissa, a slim 5’8” attractive blonde 28 year old. The poor woman had been stretched naked on a rack and they had duct taped electric toothbrushes to her armpits, her nipples and her soles. She was bucking and screaming, begging for them to return to turn them off. She was into her 33rd minute and it wasn’t about to stop anytime soon!
Becky was hoisted up by her ankles in cell 4. A brunette, wearing only her underwear, was suspended upside down, barefoot. Around her feet was a Perspex box with holes in the top. In the box was a hamster. His little feet ran around her soles, tickling her to absolute insanity! She swayed and struggled in mid air as the little rodent ran about her soles looking for a way out. Becky had been like that for two hours. She was being driven mad by the intensive tickling!
In cell 9 was Mandy, a tall redhead with the longest sexiest legs ever. She lay tied to a table, her arms stretched behind her head. She wore a blouse that had been unbuttoned to show her firm breasts and hard nipples. Her skirt had been lifted up and her thong had been cut off to expose her vulnerable pussy. To Mandy’s horror, one of the evil captors had tickled Mandy’s clit with the end of her tongue! She was horrified as it made her orgasm! Her legs were tied wide apart, but her knees were bent so her ankles were secured to the table legs. The unusual thing about the table was that a slot was cut into it near her pussy. In the slot was a small wheel which had 12 makeup brushes attached at the ends. The wheel had a belt attached to a motor and was rotating extremely slowly as the brushes lightly ran across her glistening groove. She screamed and bucked. All made far more sensitive from reaching climax earlier. Those guards knew what they were doing! Like Jana, she tried to close her legs in vane!
Back in cell one, Jana was now having the plume dragged under her legs, driving her completely nuts as the other guard circled Jana’s hard nipple with her tongue and dragged her long fingernails around Jana's exposed arm pits. Then it stopped. The agent hung there panting heavily, her head bowed in shame and exhaustion...but she hadn’t yet talked.
The two captors moved to her feet and started to undo her shoes. Jana looked up, startled. “oh hell no, not my feet!” she thought. She dreaded foot tickling with a vengeance! Both heels dropped to the cold stone ground with a clatter. Both guards looked at each other and grinned. They then looked at Jana who was frantically shaking her head “no, no, please, don’t”. Both guards took her toes in one hand pulling them back, restricting any wriggling. With the other hand, they slowly circled each sole with one fingernail. Jana exploded! “Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahaha! Stoooop!” her pleas were lost in the echo of her screams. What hell....feeling that under your soles and not being able to move!
This continued for 20 minutes until she was given a break. Jana was spent. She couldn’t believe the torture that had been inflicted on her poor silky soles. It wasn’t long before they produced a hair comb each and dragged it between each toe. Jana went completely nuts almost shaking the bonds from the walls. Like a woman possessed, she screamed and pulled against the leather straps. This went on for a further 20m minutes. She really couldn’t see how she could last much longer. She felt an unusual sensation between her legs and realised she was soaking wet and aroused from her ordeal. How could this be?
After 3 hours of the repeated methods every 20 minutes, she really couldn’t focus anymore and hung with her head down. Her belly and sides ached like she had been punched by Hulk Hogan. A puddle of urine had dripped into an old steel bucket where she had totally lost the will to live and had to let it go. The screams of laughter from the other cells were now silent as one by one, each prisoner had passed out from their personal ticklish hell. Night had fallen and the guards hadn’t got any information from Jana. She had been driven insane long ago and rambling things that made absolutely no sense. The menacing torturers slammed her cell door and left. There was always tomorrow to repeat the whole process again.
